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therE WERE ZERO PEOPLE, MISTER ' I HATE PARTIES; I HATE FUN ' well unlike YOU -- i'm a mech of HIGH DEMAND ! i got mecha BEGGIN at MY tank hatch to be let on the LIST . and the superbowl hasn't even STARTED yet ! THE TEAMS AREN'T EVEN SELECTED ! THAT'S HOW BADLY THEY WANT IN !!!

( rubbing a stressing servo over his face, pushing them back into secured place. huffing, hoping his annoyance would serve a louder emotion than the embarrassment threatening to explode from underneath ) um. whatever- ( squeezing a cheekplate portion down before wings pop up ) YOu'D *WiSH*

..... oh - ..... i . forgot that- .. i didn't realize that - ... ( 💭 mech actually Listened to what i had to.. ... mech actually - .. cared . astro -- actually . ... cared ) . . . ( faceplates trembling minutely, hot steam and winter's cold hissing out like a whistling kettle )

I'M VERY POPULAR IN THE SOCIAL SETTINGS ! ESPECIALLY NOW THAT FOOTBALL SEASON is BAAAAAAACK 🗣‼️‼️ I'M ALREADY PLANNING OUT MY SUPERBOWL INVITEE LIST FOR THE PARTTYYYYY

OUT OF THE LoOp??? YOU'RE ACTING LIKE I'D BE HoPELESS WITHOUT YOU ???? ( guy who mourned in the deepsea like lapis without astro ) WHaT THE HeLL ??? YOU'RE REALLY VAiN, YOU KNOW THAT ?? OTHER MECHA ARE TOO AFRAID TO EVEN APPROACG YOU TO EVEN THINK iT, BUT i KNOW . i KNOW a LOT .

for a mech who claims never to care, you always seem so surprised at the levels of desperation others can dig, astroooo . somebody's a softieeee .

octane ? sucking up to mech who can outselfish his selfishness ? OHHHHH . MYYYY. GAWWWWWWD ! I'M SHOOOOOCKEDDDD ! ! !

ME NEITHER, IT MAKES IT EVEN FUNNIER

this is like my favorite screenshot ever

WHY. YOU'RE LIKE THE EVERLASTING GOBSTOPPER 😾 ???

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i'm gonna eat you and you will be in my tummy !!

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( as sing-song as his screeching, scratched-up tone could sound, tenderly holding the sides of astro's purple helm as he lifted up a winged purple pede like a cliché lover's pose during a deep kiss of sealed reunion patting the helm's matching sides ) saw somethin' pretty durin' your spacetravels ?

( wings flutter frost and char from their creaky, squeaky flicker, clasping his wirey servos together with a hiss of steam from cold meeting hot ) DAWWWW ! and i didn't even have to fly UPSIDE DOWN for that FROWN to turn- .. you know ! upside down !! HEYYYY, BIG FELLA ! LOOKIN' GOOooOd !!!

you know what, close enough, we're going to hell anyway

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everybot knows that only cool mecha show up late, CAN I GET AN AMEN !

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staring off where octane once was, a digit tapping anxious and quick against his buried hilt. he glances back at astro, a softened expression from a mech always wounded tight, an expression saved only for astro's graceful gaze . ) . . are You good, train ?

.. i'm good, train . you said it yourself, i could always just kick his aft. i'm not like octane's scaredy self. .. he better watch where he's flying though.. what if he snags a source from the wrong person to steal it from.. we should head after him.. ( sun shines on his squinted visor,

from the purple parts of his armor, not caring much for the yellow tank portions though. a little 'eh' leaves him, recalling the clone question ) wh- nah- no. i'm fine. we just made out or whatever. on his freak couch composed of human skin. ..nah, it's- fine. i'm. ( visor ridge raising )

off, attempting to transform just as smoothly but his jet malfunctioned and nosedived midupswing in flight, and he crashlanded back on his butt. ) hey! i was kidding!! i- primus, train, was the conversation that personal to him?? was it something i said, or- .. you said ? ( dusting dirt away

the context. what matter is mecha making things easier on themselves, always. his teasing offered inspiration for rebuttal, a defense, an introduced complexity. arguing about it drew an audience, witnesses that you could offer more, were more. blitz felt a pang of panic watching the triple take

for his energon supply. more than half of it was alcoholic anyhow. but to be viewed by the worst as the worst wasn't the most secure job security when the spotlight's on negativity, and your role is attached to usefulness only. fear can only go so far. everybot gets weak at one point, doesn't matter

can devalue mech just as powerful, if not more and it wasn't fair in blitz's optics, it just wasn't right. regardless of their connection, blitz could never stand still while another option waned in the distance. stuck with the worst when being the best was one boot over. he didn't personally care

( blitz, for all his bothering, did care for octane. somewhat. he kind of had to, as a triple. it wasn't shocking for a stigma to exist surrounding mech like them. huddling close was survival. his bothering Was his care, in a warped way. he nags on astro's laziness Because powerful mech like scream

correlate. but whatever- i mean, in one audial, out the other, right? octane, you're probably just jealous because your alt is so Not sleek, huh? gotta skimp back on the fuel, methinks? naww, i'm just kidding y- ( visor blinks red from black then back again, watching denta grind before he was gone)

see, that's why i can't stand that shit, you know, when screamer says you don't listen just because you don't react with the same flair fliers do. because you do listen. you're not dumb. and neither is star, so the fact that he's dumbing you down just to understand you more just- it just doesn't

it was gangster and then i got 26 notifications and took a nervous shit

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that maybe had something to do about how they preferred a jet who could actually fly straight. or wished he really did look like the seeker he used to. before the forced operation before the- but he didn't care he swore. he didn't care today it didn't make him odder the sudden shift? totally sane

( in a secretive manner, he was ashamed of his outbursts. but he'd never say it. he'd never admit it. so today- nothing bothered him. not even a scary, unstable mech such as soundblaster, whose mental abilities showed superior to soundwave's on account of missing morality, nor some secret convo

- iunno. vital piece of info here. and you can't just tear out one of your fellow triples, i mean, come on! that's downright TRAITOROUS ! and now i'm REALLY pushing our luck with that rat ! ( he snickers at his own starscream snipes, but his optics, concealed, are scrutinizing. unsure . )

( the sporty action relaxing him from his past explosion that wasn't so long ago. his words as soft as they could be for a mech whose intake was as strained and scarred as it could be. ) was the conversation really worth the risk of getting screamed at by screamer? feel like i'm missing some kinda

blitz shrugs, joints squawking ) what's really weird though- is how you two can just stand around.. Talking. instead of standing around doing nothing as per our usual eventful bouts of gracious guard duty. ( he spins the sword then twirls it on its hilt with a digit like a spinning basketball )

so why would he be lingering around i bet you ten beers he's the reason that con's cord's been cut i can betcha. for sure . ( his usual energetic prattling has long been put off, saved only for violence or football, really. the rest of his talkativeness is rather flat, sarcastic, biting, skeptical

deadliest deadbeat's most distraught cloned creation: shockwave's soundblaster. aka the SONNUVABITCH THAT STOLE OUR- mY BEER !!! THAT i STOLE FIRST! BY THE WAY ! ugh, but he was watching another one of our stupid executions. which is weird, right? he's not a decepticon, not anymore, anyway .

jaw shutting into a swift straight line. he backs off a bit, weight shifted to a hip as he preens a speck of dirt free from his sword, used, achey vocal box thrumming ) deadbeats don't deserve to live anyway, it's okay. speaking of deadbeats, i was actually suffering the displeasure of the

his hips over the hilt to tug at the thinner triple's faceplate and give it a teasing wriggle, fluttering visor by pitching it black and red in quick succession. blitz cackles in octane's face, jaw unhinging wide so his hyena shriek can eheeheheheehehee to its lively capacity before going blank,

what. did our sweet, greedy LARD octane FINALLYY learn the VIRTUE of SHARIIIING ? dawww, i'm so S*WWY WOWWY i missed this MASSIVE milestone! dawww!! blitzwing is a baddie waddie! should i offline myselffff? you think i should offline myselfff 🥺? ( he goads, crooning his crackling tone, leaning

act. left mouthside scribbles downward, grinding icy whites while the right slopes and swirls his forced smirk, looping into a long, stretched smile of spiraling fang sets ) ( his face clicks clumsily back together after he picks the smirk, left slowly adjusting to make a slightly mismatched smile )

himself, a snail with more shell to shield itself in, and astro, a big bot who likes to make himself bigger in times where he's wrong, ie, smaller in the situation. as if blitz was megatron. his face cracked, splitting down the middle as plates shifted in adverse directions, unable to pick an

( leaning an elbowpad against the hilt of his buried, dual-sided sword, visor ridge raised in transferring directions, first at octane, then at train, noting their odd reactions. almost like they were. caught doing something.. they knew.. he specifically should not see.. octane weaseling in on

wrong, ugly. but he fixed it. he's fine . stabbing his sword into the ground to help himself stand, yowling a loud ) diiid i miss anything, Losers, or are you needs just nerding it up in here? ( to cover the creak of his screaming rusted joints )

to really practice his clumsy crashlandings into something more professional, something more sleek, something more like - a seeker. soundblaster's apathy left the seething triple freezing over half his engines and melting the others, clogging his flying, his favorite form, into something janky,